There is a downspout on my corner of the house that makes insistently loud tapping noises whenever it rains. I woke up well before my alarm went off this morning and listened to it tap-tap-tapping for a long while, trying to think about who I am and where I am on various projects, and what I would like to be doing with my life at this stage of things.

Eventually, I got up, showered, and rode over to a coffeeshop that is one of those places that I really want to like, except for all of its irritating features.

The vegan pastries were less disappointing than the previous week's non-vegan pastries, although they were more like a snack than a meal. The espresso was good, too.

But the moment I walked in, I almost turned around and walked back out again, because I really.cannot.handle the stench of incense. It's especially gross around food. Food should have comforting food-smells.

And this is probably very Seattle of me, but I also don't like it when the barista is too friendly. I didn't come to the coffeeshop to hang out and tell you my life story to entertain you while you are bored with no other customers, barista. Maybe I like to be quiet and enjoy the nice, peaceful, contemplative music you are playing.

This place is next door to a bike shop that appears to specialize on cargo bikes and folding bikes, too. Too bad, I suppose.

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I was in a reasonably good mood, altogether, just awake early. The things I didn't appreciate about the coffeeshop are things that I generally wouldn't appreciate at any time of day. So...it's a Grumpelina life?